Is it possible that Harry chews because of the frustration he and Louis have to live? Maybe he can't dump it in any way so he chews
My gut instinct says no.
Unpopular opinion again: I think Harry and Louis are actually pretty happy together, despite everything.
At the end of the day, they have each other. They can converse, spend time, entertain, have friends– pretty much like normal people. What the world sees doesn’t really affect their everyday lives.
We hear all these receipts about their spending time together. It’s all fun head canons, but what do they prove? That celebrities can go undercover? Isn’t that obvious, though? I’ve seen celebrities in NYC just walking around, existing, without people mobbing them, in discreet, residential neighborhoods. They can disappear when they want to.
Harry and Louis consult each other about the important matters: their professional lives, their families, their investments, the direction of their careers. They’re the fortunate pair that shares their creative work, so that they can work together, learn together.
Every young couple has restrictions on their lives. Most couples have much greater restrictions than Harry and Louis– e. g. schooling, money, job prospects, maybe children, in-laws that don’t get along, disapproving parents.
Harry and Louis have families and friends that love and support them, in every photo that I’ve seen.
Yes, as a fan it’s disappointing not to see them interact for so long. But that doesn’t change the reality of their lives.
I don’t think they’re disappointed about not being able to be openly affectionate. For all intents and purposes, they are openly affectionate, in their private lives.
Their biggest unhappiness, I would think, is in the thorny negotiations of contract release. It’s undeniable that Louis is not able to sever ties with Simon Cowell, for whatever reason. A blind man could see that he is miserable in this situation, and has to do this for some reason. So I’m waiting for the end.
I know they will prevail. Harry and Louis are incredibly smart and they are fighters. They don’t give up.
People had bad days, and when Enjolras woke to a painful coughing fit that left him doubled over and gasping for breath, he knew he was in for a crap day.
Nevertheless, he had too much to do to take a sick day, so he fought against the dizziness coating his vision and got ready for class.
His phone blinked with three new texts from Grantaire, but before he could thumb through them, a call from his father came through. With a sigh, he swiped to answer.
“Are your grades slipping?”
Enjolras frowned. “No, why?”
“Javert emailed me and said you were slipping in his law class. I don’t give that school money for you to fuck everything up!”
Enjolras’s heart began to hammer hard against his chest, and he turned away from the phone to cough harshly into his fist. “I’m not-”
“It’s that boy, isn’t it? Grantaire? He’s a bad influence on you, Enjolras. You shouldn’t be with him.”
The counter-argument that Grantaire had some of the highest grades at the university were hot on his tongue, but Enjolras knew it was pointless. His father would never listen to him, so he only sighed in response.
“Get your shit together, or I’m cutting you off for good.”
After the harsh statement, Enjolras was met with the soft chime indicating that the call ended, but he kept the small device pressed to his ear because he suddenly couldn’t move. His father’s words echoed back at him as he struggled to get a solid breath in.
could you make a list of your favorite paul headcanons, please?
- paul being born in december and then being made fun of as a kid for being the youngest in class is my personal fave bc i love when people drag paul he’s an asshole n i hate him - paul can’t braid hair for shit BUT he knows how to tie a pretty bow in claire young’s hair who always requests her hair bows be tied by him because “uncle p knows how to do it best” - his favorite pastries by yung e-money r her strawberry muffins topped w/ plain yogurt (this headcanon has made appearances in my kared one-shot and rach/paul four-part mini-fic) - he and jared r Best Buds and live to annoy Samuel Uley - he visits his mom in Tacoma often despite his dad’s annoyed protests - paul gets angry so often even he’s annoyed of his own outbursts but would never admit because he’s a Cocky Little Shit - PAUL HAD AN EMO/GOTH PHASE WHICH HE FLAUNTED ON MYSPACE (much to his current dismay) AND HIS IMPRINT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR IT (said imprint’s phone wallpaper is 15 yr old paul with bangs and eyeliner with some awful caption like “who’s scared of the big bad wolf? >;D”) - paul’s actually rlly good at math,, specifically algebra - gets genuinely angry over the fact that alcohol has no effect on him anymore (except old quil’s moonshine that shit could fuck up a vampire if ingested) - has no idea what to do with little children (except claire young who is his Best Pal) that when he’s handed a baby he’s immediately uncomfortable and stiffly holds the child with an awkward face until it is taken away from him - WAS THAT ASSHOLE THAT NEVER GAVE BACK BORROWED PENCILS BECAUSE HE WOULD LOSE THEM - doodles shit in tests to piss off his teacher like an intricately drawn flower with a dick - is this stupid little shit:
Can you do an imagine based on just sayin by 5sos with Ethan?
You got a boyfriend And he’s a total loser All your friends tell you that he’s got not future But they like me Just saying
You’ve been friends with Ethan and Grayson for as long as you could remember, they in fact brought you to LA when they went which you couldn’t stop thanking them for. You even offered to help pay rent but they wouldn’t take your money. “E, I’ll be back later I’m going out with Brandon.” You saw him roll his eyes but then smile “Okay, do you have your key just in case we’re not home.” You nodded and walked out the door sitting on the stoop waiting for him.
He barely takes you out If he does he’s late And when the check comes, he always makes you pay I’d never do that Just saying
3 hours go by and he’s still not there you sighed and texted him asking where he was, he hasn’t texted back. You sighed and walked back inside letting a few tears fall down your cheek, you brushed past Grayson hearing him call you from behind “Y/N!” You heard just before slamming your door shut. Light knocks came from the other side of your door but you just silently cried into your pillow “Y/N It’s Ethan, please open up.” Ethan? what could he possible want? Does he want to say I told you so? Probably. You got up opening the door.
You should leave him ‘Cause it really makes me sick Just saying Just saying You don’t need him
Ethan slowly creeped in behind you as you crawled back on your bed. “Y/N…” You put your hand up to him “I know, you were right.” He blinked a couple times and shook his head “I wasn’t going to say that, he’s here.” Your head shot up and you hurried and wiped your tears. “He can’t see me like this.” Ethan looked at you shocked “Are you serious Y/N? He made you cry you’re really going to go out there and act like nothing happened?” You turned and looked at Ethan. “Why don’t you guys give him a chance? He’s nice.” Ethan’s eyes widened “Nice? He a fucking douchebag, he made you cry.” You rolled your eyes and looked away from him.
When you change your mind I’ll be waiting 'Cause I’m better than him Just saying
You walked out meeting your frowning boyfriend. “Hey baby” You beamed at him, he chuckled and looked at you “Listen, can we talk outside?” You raised and eyebrow but nodded following him outside. “Whats wrong?” He rubbed the back of his neck tilting his head a bit “Is that what I think it is?” You said pointing to his neck “Is that a fucking hickey? Are you serious Brandon!” He laughed coldly and shrugged “That what I wanted to talk to you about. It’s over.” You nodded “And I’m glad it is. Goodbye.” You walked back inside breaking down as soon as you shut the door.
He says he loves you But it’s all an act He’s seeing someone else right behind your back You know I’d never do that (he would never do that) Just saying
“Y/N?” Ethan whispered you looked up meeting his gaze “Say it. Fucking say it, you were right.” He kneeled down beside you, stroking your hair. “I’m not going to say it, although true. You’re hurting I’ll wait until you’re feeling better.” That brought a small smiled to your face “There’s that gorgeous smile I’ve been dying to see.” He kissed your forehead bringing you into a hug “I got you babygirl. Don’t worry.”